ONCE UPON A DECEMBER-A West Wing fanfiction tale
Disclaimer: It would be nice to own a piece of West Wing , but I don't. Everything belongs to Aaron Sorkin.
CHAPTER ONE: America
A thin figure walked across the snow covered streets of the wasteland. Her only light is the moon. Her long shadow, her only companion, stretches over the thick white blanket. She passes by the burnt and broken buildings and the men and women who shared her fate. She looks up and around. Only remnants and ruins of a place they used to call America met her eyes. Crumbling structures, thick fog, poverty, illness, despair. These are the only things she has known and remembered ever since she opened her eyes.
She hears whisperings though. Rumors, maybe. This wasteland used to be called America and it used to be beautiful. Beautiful, until that day when a mysterious explosion wiped everything out. Even their memories.
Now they are ruled by a corporation, and everyone are merely remembers anything. Nobody remembers who they were before the explosion. And even if they did remember, what does it matter? The forces are to mighty to overcome.
She doesn't know if she should be lucky to have survived such devastation. Imagine having to wake up, looking around you, feeling grateful to be alive, and then realizing that you don't know who you are.
She doesn't know anything, and she has left it at that. This is her now. No use trying to find what has passed.
She calls herself Donna. But that's all she remembers.